memoir

This opportunity in Oregon might accelerate some things a bit, I thought. Plus I’d get mountains and the ocean. Chels and the kids love the ocean, too.

We were best-friends, but perhaps the worst kind. Instead of bringing out the best in each other, we brought out the beast in each other.

“It’s happening all over the country,” Cornelius said. “And nobody knows what they’re doing yet, but everyone is making tons of money. The industry can’t even catch up to the demand right now, I mean we can’t grow this stuff fast enough.”

“It’s like the Wild West, Nate. It’s why I have this,” Cornelius reached around a filing cabinet and brandished what looked like an old Winchester rifle from 1866.

Cornelius looked at me with his eyeballs over his sunglasses. “I need to tell you about Dick.”

Trato Diablo Farms – worth over fifteen million dollars – went bankrupt eighteen months after it peaked in 2018. I was there to watch it crash and burn.